"I'm so bored." Her text had said.
"Me too." I answered. I was bored. Not just with my morning. It was boring to be sure, but I was bored in that deep existential way that middle aged men get bored. It leads to bad things like golf, sports cars, and younger women. I had already tried golf, I preferred oversized luxury cars to the harsh ride of a two-passenger sports coupe and I didn't have the patience for younger woman.
"Lets play a game." She offered. Deanna wasn't younger. I guessed we were about the same age, if she wasn't a little older. I could see her office from mine. I hadn't had a full on office for long. I had gotten the promotion about six months ago and moved from a cubicle a week later. I had been in the office for about an hour when she started texting me. I thought I was unusual. I asked her why she didn't instant message me. We both sat with laptops in front of us all day. They watched the instant messages she explained. I found that interesting. I asked if she thought we needed to be worried about someone reading something inappropriate. She replied she hoped so.
"What's the game?"
"I will give you two words, you make a sentence."
"Got it. Go."
"Deferred Preferential." She was our company controller.
"It was only for customers marked preferential that the firm could offer specialized deferred billing options."
"Lame."
"You gave me the words. Your turn." I thought for a moment scanning my office. Seeing a picture my son had draw I thumbed "Pig" into my phone. Seeing my dry-cleaning hanging on the back of my door I typed "Suit."
"Knowing what a pig he was didn't keep me from ripping his suit jacket off his broad muscular shoulders." She had been fairly coy for the first few months they had taken to exchanging texts but had gotten bolder. "Breast Mouth." She teased.
"His mouth watered as he thought of her breast, grilled to perfection served in a light citrus and white wine sauce." He replied, he felt badly, he wanted to play along better but he had been burned before by women from the office who's flirtations had ended up n a conference room with HR. He had to pause from the game to read an email.
Their new CEO was a prick. He liked to play games too. One of his favorites was the weekly corporate update. In each update he would bury personal questions. They were ridiculous. "Robert Reed, what is your favorite football team?" If thirty minutes went by without a response he would chastise the poor person in front of the whole company. We were one of those companies that liked to play games with the Taxman and our corporate offices were in Dubai. Our officers were all in the bay area. Somewhat anachronistically, the bay area office was called the Head Office. The email at the top of my inbox had come from the sender "Head Office." I thumbed it into my phone.
"He sat stunned in his office as the beautiful woman slipped in, closed the door, and gave him the greatest blowjob of his life."
He sat stunned staring at his phone. She had never gone so far before. He had typed a response of "WOW." But hadn't sent it yet.
She smiled when she poked her head through the door. He coughed a little, sitting up straighter in his chair and moving closer to his desk to hide an obvious bulge in his pants. When she stepped inside and pulled the door closed he struggled to speak managing only a small cough. She twisted the lock on the doorknob and walked towards him. He pushed away from his desk, the bulge suddenly even more pronounced.
She didn't say a word. He too was silent. He felt sure it was better not to encourage her but at the same time didn't want to say anything that might stop her. She was tall with short brown hair. She was dressed, as always, in a professional and conservative manner. As she grew closer he turned to her. She slipped off her heels; her legs and feet were bare. Hose were not required and she wasn't going to suffer them if she didn't have to. She assumed a position on her knees and he moved his legs apart for her.
Her style was not to watch him. Rather than struggle to make eye contact, she instead seemed to consciously avoid it. She moved her hands up his pant legs. She was confident and smooth in the way she undid his belt and lowered his fly. Fully erect, she had no problem redirecting his cock though the fly of his boxer shorts. Still mute, as if afraid anything she said would be overheard she took him in her mouth.
